u/Diegoprogect

It is easy to see the Grimm as nothing more than brutish monsters, no thoughts behind their glowing red eyes. Most civilians interactions with them come in the form of the news, which is...less than eager to display the true scale of the threat. To most people in the cities, Grimm just attack anything that moves, are attracted to negative emotions, and get killed as easily as any other living thing.

Those who hunt the beasts know better. The real threat of Grimm isn't their claws or teeth, even if they are deadly. No, the real threat is between their legs. Many are the tales of huntress's, confident in their abilities, succumbing to hubris and learning of the Grimms greatest weapon.

To say Grimm cum is addictive is the understatement of the century. A simple a whiff of the stuff, even distilled, has the same effect as many powerful aphrodisiacs. There is a reason most huntress's tend to dress...less than practically...

Grimm will kill if they can't capture, but when the opportunity arises, they aim to take females alive. Depending on how many there are, they will either rape them there and then, or take them back to whatever hole the crawled out of to have their fun. For the latter case, escape is next to impossible, as the beast will often be hyper defensive about their nests, and the prizes inside.

It has often been debated which fate is worse for those trapped inside Grimm breeding nests. From the tiny pool of survivors who have been rescued from such a fate, it has been observed that not everyone reacts to it equally. Some women have been noted to break completely, their minds shattered by the experience to the point they often can't function. Several in this camp have been noted to take new jobs in sex work, as prostitutes, strippers and pornstars, all to get a fraction of what they had with the Grimm.

Others have resisted, and, in some peoples opinion, that is worse. To have your faculties, as your are plowed by Grimm cock after Grimm cock, your body constantly begging for more even as you try to resist. To know the monsters cum will soon get you pregnant, and that your spawn will repeat the process with you forever... It's a horror nobody should go through...

And yet it's a horror millions go through. Every day entire villages are wiped of the map, men murdered and women stolen. Every day a new team is lost, the only clue to their wearabouts being their torn clothes. Every day, more and more once respected huntress's appear in brothels, offering themselves for pennies on the Lien.

Grimm domination is inevitable...

How does one fight in a war with no death?

Angels and Demons can fall in battle like any other being, but they do not simply fade into nothingness. Instead, they return, wounds vanished, in heaven or hell, ready to fight once more in a cycle without end. They need not logistics or supplies like a mortal army, and even the act of combat is meaningless when victory only means you don't have to make the trek back to reality for the next round.

Perhaps that is why, after untold millennia of war, the fight between good and evil has...changed. No longer do warriors seek to destroy the foe. Instead, they aim to capture, to subdue, to conquer them. To breed them. The halls of heaven ring out with the prayers of demons, made to repent for their many sins, holding back moans lest they anger their new Misstress's. Hell similarly is full of fallen angels, knowing the hights of pleasure till the are nothing but mind broken holes.

And of course, the mortal plane is not forgotten. Many are the young souls that have been seduced by a beautiful girl in a tavern, only to find themselves bound to their bed and made to be a broodmare for spawn from up high or bellow. In the end, it doesn't really matter if it's a Succubus or a Seraphim using you.

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Hello there! As I'm sure you have surmised, I am looking for someone to help roleplay this idea I had, where angels and demons fight by sexually dominating their foe. If you are at all interested in my badly explained plot, send your kinks and limits and we can discuss ideas for an actual story. I prefer long term partners, but if you want a simple one and done rp, I'm down for that too!

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It is believed that one of the main things an investigative journalist needs is smarts. To a point, it's true. Many journos (usually ones better than me) get by on sheer intelligence, making great exposés based off readily available information. But brilliance is not the most important quality one in my profession can have. No, what any great investigator needs above all else, is luck.

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I had talked to him by complete chance, while on vacation in Hong Kong. He had approached me, and handed me a drive after talking about the most random things in a broken Chinese accent. I would later learn he had thought he had dropped off the drive to a potential new member of the organization known as Talon, and that he had done well finishing this job. I would also learn he died 2 days later in what was deemed to be a "traffic accident".

Curious about the weird encounter, and with little better to do, I opened the drive up, and was bombarded with information i still don't know if I wanted. Ledgers of trillions of dollars of I'll gotten gains, lists of targets and their status, most of which read deceased, experiments of the most unsettling kind, and most importantly, a warning. All this was shared in confidence, to see if the intended recipient had what it too to join Talon. Accept, and benefit from the organizations vast resources. Decline, and suffer the consequences.

It took 2 days to get through everything. It also took 2 days for me to learn about my friends traffic trouble. Seeing what I had, I was certain I was next on the chopping block, and hunkered down. I still had 1 more night till my flight left for the states. If I could survive, I could hand the drive to the authorities, and hopefully dissappear into the aether.

Investigative journalists need luck to last in this business. Unfortunately for me, I don't have too much luck.

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Hello there! If you're reading this, I thank you for your interest in this. You are officially cool lol. I was hoping to find someone and/or someones who would be willing to play an overwatch rp based on this scenario. I wanted to start with me x sombra, and expand from there to hopefully include other women like Widowmaker or D.Va. Of course, if you prefer just Sombra, we can work with that.

I also have no issue with playing other scenarios in the Overwatch universe. Perhaps I can be an agent of Talon, infiltrating Overwatch. Maybe I'm a rich man with a preference for superagents and terrorists. Or you can bring your own plot. I just ask you be specific and include characters you'd like to play.

I can play Futa, or male, with you playing female. My kinks include free use, exhibitionism, breeding, romance, mindbreak, humiliation, public sex, harem building, race play, lesbians and a lot more. My limits are scat, vore, femboys and MXM. Include your kinks and limits in your first message pls.

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When the news broke about it, about the virus that would change the world forever, it came with little fan fair or interest. It's absurd to think now, to see how nobody could have expected a virus to be so deadly, but context is key.

XNJ-696901, Or as it would later come to be known, Eves flu, was about as harmless as a virus could be. The infected would not die, they would not get too sick, they wouldn't even show any symptoms. The news explained it as a simple infection that would, through ways still under investigation, cause baby girl's to be born at an abnormal rate compared to baby boys. Something that, at the time, was utterly unremarkable.

It would stay unremarkable for almost 12 years, until the effects began to show. What was once an simple 4-1 ratio of females to males became 7-1, then 10-1, climbing all the way to 23-1. At the rates it was going, their wouldn't be enough men to continue the species.

And so governments acted... In the worst way imaginable. If the problem was not enough men being born, they would keep making babies till more were born. Women's rights effectively dissappeared, as women were designated property, first of their father, then of their husbands, or the state should they fall to find one. Sex was decriminalized, rape becoming a regular occurrence. After all, more babies were more babies.

A final unfortunate side effect reared it's ugly head, as men began to see women as the cause of the issue. And with them being property, their was no laws preventing them from taking their anger out on them. Plenty of women to replace a slut after all. So much so the price of a slave dropped down to 2.99.

The world is far different then the world before the virus. Sex is everywhere, on every channel, in every business, at every park, gas station and supper market. And with that sex, death. Corpses of victims who disrespected their betters, or were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, litter the street. Hell, the industry has all but capitalized on it, making death just as marketable as sex used to be for the movies of old.

Some accept this as is, an unfortunate, but permanent part of life. Some are enthusiastic, eager to be used and discarded. Others resist, desperately trying to change the culture, with middling results. After all, why change a system that works, that allows men to indulge in their wildest fantasies without fear of repercussions? Why change a system that allows a man to wake up fucking some broad, get on a bus to rape a few sluts, go to work to harass the office chicks and round out the day heading to the local Fuckstop?

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It began, as it usually did, with Cerebro. A mutant had appeared, and soon Charles had sent out his X Men, ready to bring them into the mansion, into the fold of Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters. An almost routine process for them, and one expected to be just as hectic as ever.

Scott, Jean and Jubilee had... Trouble... Finding him, more than usual. They almost gave up, a rarity for sure, because they just couldn't find the damn kid. Beast was almost brought in to see if Cerebro had malfunctioned, before the search party had practically tripped over them. They didn't look any different than a normal human, and when questioned on his mutant abilities, he admited he didn't even know he had any. And yet, a scan of him showed he did indeed have the X Gene. Living alone, the kid decided to come with them, to see what what his power is.

And so the party, Jean and Jubilee and the kid, returned, all members accounted for, mission success. The new guy was introduced to Charles, and soon began to receive classes like everyone else. And that's where things went south. The newbie was described as "Arrogant, unruly, misogynistic, disrespectful, and uninterested in learning." Nothing too groundbreaking about a student of the school, but what made them different was nobody did anything about it. They made plans sure, prepared to punish them or even talk to them about their behavior, but when it came time to actually act, they...didn't?

Whats worse, Jean had a nagging feeling something was...wrong...like when you shift furniture in a room. She could have sworn their were more men in her academy. And hadn't their been three X Men on that mission instead of two? And for such an arrogant prick, the newbie seemed to almost...attract people...starting with their fellow classmates and spreading to everyone in the mansion. Hell, them and Jubilee already were having intense "Study sessions" every other night.

She knew something was amiss, that something had gone terribly wrong, she was sure of it, and yet, she was almost wholly incapable of even imagining taking action to stop this. After all, she did have a school to run. Grey's School for Gifted Youngsters had her name on the front for a reason...

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Hello there, and welcome one and all to another one of my hairbrained ideas for plots! The basic idea si pretty simple, New guy comes to school, new guy has reality and mind warping abilities, new guy takes over and uses school as his own personal brothel. If any of that interests you, send your kinks and limits and your favorite X man and we can discuss the finer details. Cheers.

Coco pushed her shades off, wanting an unobstructed view of this. Her eyes went to her scroll, eagerly opening the newest video she had saved on it. After checking that her earphones were connected and that her team mates were out, she hit play, an her entire world became that screen.

It was the video she had filmed 2 days before. Velvet, her cute faunus girlfriend, was centerstage, gagged and blindfolded, her arms tied behind her back and vibrators whirring in her cunt. In spite of the intensity of the toys, she layed motionless, asleep, dead tired after days of endless sexual torment.

A slap to her rear fixed that, as jumped to awareness with a jolt. The blindfold was removed, allowing the slut to see who had done it. Her eyes were bloodshot, her body soaked with sweat, her wonderful bunny ears drooping hard. Clearly she hadn't had a good night sleep on the hard floor of the storage room she had been stuffed in. She made a sound, something that sounded like the word 'Misstress', before remembering the gag in her mouth.

That word, or well, the attempt to say that word, sent present Coco reaching for her cock to jack off. Past Coco evidently enjoyed it too, grabbing her pet roughly by her neck to force a kiss on her. The fact Velvet couldn't kiss her back was secondary. By the time she had let Velvet go, the Faunus looked about ready to pass out.

"So, slut, how was the night? I hope it was good, because I have a present for you. You better have gotten some rest!"

As she said that, she pulled out an enormous dildo, 16 inches, holding it up proudly for the camera. The present Cocos pace quickend, her bed beginning to creak louder and louder. She didn't care. The video showed Velvet's face, a mix of adoration, fear and resignation, morph into one of pure pleasure, as the toy was shove up her ass. She screamed, loud and hard, squirming as much as her tied up body was able to. And it only got worse as Coco turned on it's vibrate function. The poor girl devolved into a moaning mess, her body struggling against her restraints.

A jet of cum shot from the real Cocos cock, the scroll falling from her grasp as she climaxed. A shame, things were just getting good in the video. Post nut clarity hit, and she remembered she probably should get Velvet out...that could wait another hour...A notification came, and she paused the video to see what it was. A cheshire grin appeared on her face, and she leaped of her bed. She was almost so happy she had forgotten to put her pants back on.

Just yesterday, she had an idea. Velvet was already a needy, submissive and agreeeable slut who followed her mistress's orders no matter what. Why not use that to make some cash? She had sent the ads along a few message boards, expecting a couple of hits, only to find that what felt like half of beacon (including a few women with girlfriends, 😉) , had accepted. A bidding war had begun, all for the chance to break the Faunus...

And Coco couldn't wait to see who'd win

(Come with kinks, limits, and character you want velvet to get fucked by)

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A long time ago in a Galaxy far far away.

Its a dark time for the galaxy. The forces of the republic clash with the Sith empire in a titanic struggle for the fate of the galaxy. A thousand worlds have become battlegrounds for the two powers, as light and dark battle for dominance. A thousand more worlds have become ash wastes, destroyed under the weight of planetary bombardment, or purged of life in brutal ground warfare...

It is in this era, than an anomaly has appeared, in a relatively quiet sector of the front. One both sides avoid fighting near, much to the chagrin of commanders and warriors alike. If fact, many a senate meeting or Dark Council debate has been reduced to the respective leaders calling for this sectors end. Of course, they can not do anything about it, lest those who support them withdraw their funds.

It is a realm nominally of the Sith empire, though many senators have been spotted entering it on occasion. The huts adore it, frecuenting it's markets for merchandise. The jedi see it as an afront, as do many Sith lords, and yet, none dare attack it.

This is the realm of Darth Phrodite, dark Misstress, slave driver, and lady of the Venusian system. Few outside her pocket kingdom know much about her, but their are stories. Stories of her slave markets dotting the planet from pole to pole. Stories of how women are ready at every space port, eager to satisfy any kink of any traveler no matter what. Stories of dark rituals. Stories the tower were women are never to be seen again. Stories of pleasure beyond imagination.

You come as a Jedi task force, disobeying orders to bring down with abomination. Or maybe you come as a Sith lady, seeing everything the dark Misstress has and craving it for yourself. A mandalorian, on a job or seeking to spend some credits. A smuggler, a senator, or any other menagerie of visitors. There are many reasons for one to go to this place. Very few for them to leave...

(Hello there. This is set during the Old Republic. Kinks: Mind break, sexual slavery, humiliation, Futa, bad endings. Limits, scat, vore and and MXM.)

A long time ago in a Galaxy far far away.

Its a dark time for the galaxy. The forces of the republic clash with the Sith empire in a titanic struggle for the fate of the galaxy. A thousand worlds have become battlegrounds for the two powers, as light and dark battle for dominance. A thousand more worlds have become ash wastes, destroyed under the weight of planetary bombardment, or purged of life in brutal ground warfare...

It is in this era, than an anomaly has appeared, in a relatively quiet sector of the front. One both sides avoid fighting near, much to the chagrin of commanders and warriors alike. If fact, many a senate meeting or Dark Council debate has been reduced to the respective leaders calling for this sectors end. Of course, they can not do anything about it, lest those who support them withdraw their funds.

It is a realm nominally of the Sith empire, though many senators have been spotted entering it on occasion. The huts adore it, frecuenting it's markets for merchandise. The jedi see it as an afront, as do many Sith lords, and yet, none dare attack it.

This is the realm of Darth Phrodite, dark Misstress, slave driver, and lady of the Venusian system. Few outside her pocket kingdom know much about her, but their are stories. Stories of her slave markets dotting the planet from pole to pole. Stories of dark rituals. Stories of women being sent to her tower never to be seen again. Stories of pleasure beyond imagination.

(Hello there. This is set during the Old Republic. Kinks: Mind break, sexual slavery, humiliation, Futa, bad endings. Limits, scat, vore and gore.)

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I met my wife in collage, due to a randomly assigned group project. The whims of the professor had ended up putting me, a socially awkward introvert, up with one of the most popular girls. At the time, I had no interest with her, after all, best not to get your hopes up when the goal would be unattainable after all. I was fully prepared to just do the work, get a good grade, and never speak to her again.

And yet, we did keep talking. She made a concerted effort to get to know me, to be my friend, and eventually, something more... It was after we hooked up for the first time she explained why. She had seen me using my phone, that faithful day, and opened it to check me out. She tried to play it off as her just making sure I was actually working, but I knew her long enough to know she was just being nosy. What she was bombarded with, was all my hidden kinks, stuff I do not like people knowing I'm into.

Simply explaining that, recanting how she learned how much of a degenerate I am, had gotten her riled up again, and it took almost an hour for her to be satisfied enough to continue the conversation. I wasn't complaining.

Eventually, she explained she too shared most of, if not all of my likes, especially one very important idea. An Incest family, where daughters fuck fathers and mothers fuck sons. Perhaps it was her earnest want, or the fact she had just rocked my world several times, but I promised her I would help her make one for both of us to enjoy.

That promise was God knows how many years ago. It's been a long road to get here, but finally, after so very much time and effort, we are ready to begin...

(Hello there, I was looking for a partner to play a long term Incest family rp. Wholesome or Dark are both options. Send kinks and limits in your first message pls. Cheers)

The first time she was caught, she was ramming Luz while shaped like Emira. It hadn't been the first time she had fooled around with the human (she had played with Blight too), but it was the first time she had done so while looking like someone else. It... Had been an awkward meeting, Amity opening the door to her room only too see her Batata ass up while her "sister" cums inside her. Needless to say, Vee was thrown out while the couple sorted things out (because of course they managed to sort things out).

The second time she was caught, she had Amity's mouth around her cock, when Liz returned for her phone. They had barely done anything, and yet it was overwhelmingly obvious what was happening. Luz would know, she had been in that very position several times. Where Amity had shouted, screamed, cursed both her girlfriend and the one stealing her before Luz managed to calm her, Luz seemed to shut down, even as Amity shot out apologies and excuses at a mile a minute. Vee knew it wouldn't matter. Just as Amity had forgiven her (enough to almost suck her off) Luz would forgive this transgression within the hour.

It would become a pattern that repeated over the coming months. One partner would catch the other with Vee, either get mad or get sad, and then forgive and forget, allowing the basalik an in to continue her Cucking. And then the cycle repeats itself again and again.

Sometimes she's be herself, sometimes their partner. Occasionally, she'd turn into one of their other friends, and watch them squirm (her favorite time was breaking Luz upon her mother's cock). It would always end the same. Eventually, after the first time or the thirteenth, the scheme would be revealed. Not that it changed much for her.

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Hello there. If you read all this, you are a cool person. I'm looking for a partner to play Amity and Luz in an Owl House cuckqueen plot. The idea, as I feel I have made very clear above, is that the couple are constantly cheating on each other with Vee, which Vee has no problem with. If that interests you, send your kinks and limits and say hello :)

A new corporation has made massive waves in Night City knocking aside far more established companies to cement itself as a titan of industry, and the weird part is that nobody knows how...

Well... That's not entirely true. It's easy to see how Yunai entertainment became the juggernaut it did. After all, the age old idiom of 'sex sells' holds true even in this hellish age. And if there's something Yunai is good at, its marketing sex. From cheap XBD's for the poorest ganger, to an excellent selection of top of the line Joytoys for the ultra rich, to a brothel industry to rival the best, and Yunai branded accessories to add to the experience. With a laser focused on the more pleasurable parts of adult entertainment, it's no wonder they became as ubiquitous as a company in their line of work can be.

The thing is, we're it so easy, everyone would be doing it. Entering to an already bloated industry, Yunai had even more troubles by being a Central American industry, the scars of the 2 Central American wars (and their propaganda) still present. Plus, for some reason, they have an interesting lean towards straight or lesbian content. For them to have this success, it's honestly an impressive case study in perseverance through unfavorable markets. Yunai would never be as famous as Arasaka, but still impressive.

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Perhaps you're a corporate brat, buying the newest toy for your personal use. Perhaps your a street rat, getting your hands on a less than legal XBD from your usual vendor, excited at getting some preem shit. Or perhaps your somewhere between the two. A office corpse spending your eddies at the new brothel? It doesn't particularly matter how you got their. All you know is you wake up, restrained, as loud, constant moaning can be hear around you, chromed out with some... Interesting alterations to your chest and pussy, and with a constant stream of sex straight into your brain ...

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When the news broke about it, about the virus that would change the world forever, it came with little fan fair or interest. It's absurd to think now, to see how nobody could have expected a virus to be so deadly, but context is key.

XNJ-696901, Or as it would later come to be known, Eves flu, was about as harmless as a virus could be. The infected would not die, they would not get too sick, they wouldn't even show any symptoms. The news explained it as a simple infection that would, through ways still under investigation, cause baby girl's to be born at an abnormal rate compared to baby boys. Something that, at the time, was utterly unremarkable.

It would stay unremarkable for almost 12 years, until the effects began to show. What was once an simple 4-1 ratio of females to males became 7-1, then 10-1, climbing all the way to 23-1. At the rates it was going, their wouldn't be enough men to continue the species.

And so governments acted... In the worst way imaginable. If the problem was not enough men being born, they would keep making babies till more were born. Women's rights effectively dissappeared, as women were designated property, first of their father, then of their husbands, or the state should they fall to find one. Sex was decriminalized, rape becoming a regular occurrence. After all, more babies were more babies.

A final unfortunate side effect reared it's ugly head, as men began to see women as the cause of the issue. And with them being property, their was no laws preventing them from taking their anger out on them. Plenty of women to replace a slut after all. So much so the price of a slave dropped down to 2.99.

The world is far different then the world before the virus. Sex is everywhere, on every channel, in every business, at every park, gas station and supper market. And with that sex, death. Corpes of victims who disrespected their betters, or were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, litter the street. Hell, the industry has all but capitalized on it, making death just as marketable as sex used to be for the movies of old.

Some accept this as is, an unfortunate, but permanent part of life. Some are enthusiastic, eager to be used and discarded. Others resist, desperately trying to change the culture, with middling results. After all, why change a system that works, that allows men to indulge in their wildest fantasies without fear of repercussions? Why change a system that allows a man to wake up fucking some broad, get on a bus to rape a few sluts, go to work to harass the office chicks and round out the day heading to the local Fuckstop.

War... Such a quaint concept. It was once said it never changed, a foolish assertion. The idea of nations setting their differences in open battles seems almost funny to one born in this age.

No, war has changed. No longer to countries fight in pitched engagements, where collateral damage is a given and circumstances can change at the drop of a hat. Now, they fight in massive arenas, televised for the whole world to enjoy from the comforts of home. Two foes agree on a time, place, and time period which will be represented, and choose at random amongst their populace. (It's supposed to be random, but everyone knows only those the networks deem would look hot as a body are chosen.).

The first war you watched, was a WW2 reenactment between the US and Russia over some oil dispute. You still vividly remember the US team pulling out a flamethrower to kill a soviet position, only for the operator to burst into flames themselves thanks to a lucky shot. The American won that bought, executing their Russian counterparts to settle the oil issue. They were apparently sold as Snuff slaves afterwards.

Now, it's your turn. Diplomacy has once more failed, and you have been drafted to fight for your country against its enemies. Will you fight the Somme, ever fearful of artillery or gas? Will you play the role of Napoleonic troops, and learn the horrors of line warfare? Perhaps you will be a legionarie, tasked with holding the barbarian hordes? Or even something more modern, seeing why drone warfare ended global conflict first hand...

(Hello There. If you read all this, you are awesome. I've had this idea for a while, of girls fighting historical reenactments for the pleasure of the world, and if that interests you, dm me. Send kinks, limits, and what wars/ways of war you wish to slog through in the rp. Cheers)

The Ai To Shi clan has stood for over 100 years, and prospered almost ever single one of those years. Great Samurai clans, for all their bluster about honor, have always seen the need for assassin's or spies, so it was rare they were without work. Beautiful Geisha work with expert precision, able to kill an oficial even in the complete safety of the Shoguns palace. For more...open work, scores of Ninja could descend upon a fortress and slaughter all inside before an alarm could be raised.

It was a blessing for their coffers, and unfortunately, a curse on their lives. Japan wished to move away from the century of constant war that had ravaged the country. Swords became the sole right of the Samurai class, the clans were made to submit to the rule of Kyoto. A clan of trained murderers in the heart of country, loyal more to coin then to the Shogun, was counter that goal.

It was always known this day would come, the day Ai To Shi would outlive their usefulness and become a liability. It was believed that they could resist the Shoguns forces, or at the least dissuade them from crushing them utterly. It was hoped a peace could be reacted, perhaps their services could be given directly to the central government.

They never expected the ferocity, or depravity of the assailants.

(Hello There prospective rper. I hope this interests you. If you wish to play this idea out, send your kinks and limits, and if you prefer a more realistic or fantastical rp. Cheers)

Aledra, a realm of beauty and grace, as been torn down. Invaded by barbarians with no concept of honor or justice. For years, the nobles had known of the Krola clans, and the tribalistic warrior women who called that collection of wood, rain soaked huts a home. They dismissed them as a threat unworthy of their attention. Even of the animals tried to attack, they'd simply fall upon polished iron spears and swords before catching a glimpse of the capital.

Those same women who said that aren't saying it anymore. Instead, all that comes from their mouths are moans, cries and pleas. Intelligent politicians, lovely courtisans, worldly scholars and gallant Knights , it matters not to the savages. All they care for is their holes.

Who might you be in this I wonder? A simple peasant, taken early in their raids and made into a permanent fixture of a glory hole? A merchants daughter, bought and sold as a commodity between slave masters. Or perhaps, the queen herself, prized possession of the tribes leader, forced to watch as your subjects are used and abused before you. Or a simple shopkeeper, brained early into the attack, your body used as a dead toy

(Hello there. If any of this interests you, come with your kinks and limits.)

Aledra, a realm of beauty and grace, as been torn down. Invaded by barbarians with no concept of honor or justice. For years, the nobles had known of the Krola clans, and the tribalistic warrior women who called that collection of wood, rain soaked huts a home. They dismissed them as a threat unworthy of their attention. Even of the animals tried to attack, they'd simply fall upon polished iron spears and swords before catching a glimpse of the capital.

Those same women who said that aren't saying it anymore. Instead, all that comes from their mouths are moans, cries and pleas. Intelligent politicians, lovely courtisans, worldly scholars and gallant Knights , it matters not to the savages. All they care for is their holes.

Who might you be in this I wonder? A simple peasant, taken early in their raids and made into a permanent fixture of a glory hole? A merchants daughter, bought and sold as a commodity between slave masters. Or perhaps, the queen herself, prized possession of the tribes leader, forced to watch as your subjects are used and abused before you. Or a simple shopkeeper, brained early into the attack, your body used as a dead toy

(Hello there. If any of this interests you, come with your kinks and limits.)

Aledra, a realm of beauty and grace, as been torn down. Invaded by barbarians with no concept of honor or justice. For years, the nobles had known of the Krola clans, and the tribalistic warrior women who called that collection of wood, rain soaked huts a home. They dismissed them as a threat unworthy of their attention. Even of the animals tried to attack, they'd simply fall upon polished iron spears and swords before catching a glimpse of the capital.

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Those same women who said that aren't saying it anymore. Instead, all that comes from their mouths are moans, cries and pleas. Intelligent politicians, lovely courtisans, worldly scholars and gallant Knights , it matters not to the savages. All they care for is their holes.

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Who might you be in this I wonder? A simple peasant, taken early in their raids and made into a permanent fixture of a glory hole? A merchants daughter, bought and sold as a commodity between slave masters. Or perhaps, the queen herself, prized possession of the tribes leader, forced to watch as your subjects are used and abused before you. Or a simple shopkeeper, brained early into the attack, your body used as a dead toy

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(Hello there. If any of this interests you, come with your kinks and limits.)

The straight between the islands of Duncan and Grenloke, is 9 miles long, and is renowned for its monsters. Beasts of the depths that snatch sailors overboard, Sirens tempting fools to watery tombs, and the fathomless abyss they inhabitant, all should have been more than enough reason to seer well clear of those cursed waters.

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And yet, sailing that stretch saves the D&G Shipping company 3 days of travel time. In exchange for those three days, the company sends cargo by the Galleon, reasoning any lost crew can simply be deducted from the pay total.

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It is said the devil's underneath play with the dead even after they have past, using their corpses as wombs for their young. That to some, they give the 'gift' of water breathing, to torture them to their hearts content. That they occasionally allow a prisoner to flee to dry land, to tell of what they saw, only for them to drown themselves after, or become a whore for hire, or give birth to a monster, or a thousand other grizzly ends.

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None of that matters now. All that is important to you is your ship, the Medusa, and it's cargo of 30 barrels of Sugar and 20 of rum, to be delivered to the island of Glenloke post haste. The stories you've heard will not help you get their any faster.

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(Please come with kinks and limits. I can play here or on Discord. Password is Fishfiddlesticks)

Trained from birth to kill (even if she rejected that fate for her), Cassandra Cain is undoubtedly the best hand to hand fighter the world has ever seen. Able to read her opponents bodies, she can predict what her opponent will do before they do it. It should have been an easy transition into her new role as Batgirl.

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She wasn't ready. Training, even as intense as hers, can never prepare you for actual combat. And that goes double in Gotham. Whether it be unnatural horrors robbing banks, killer pychos with no morals, or your average punk with a gun and a desire to live, she was never going to be ready for what this city would throw at her. (Come with kinks and limits)